Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Free Indeed

Then Jesus said... “If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed. And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free....Most assuredly, I say to you, whoever commits sin is a slave of sin. And a slave does not abide in the house forever, but a son abides forever. Therefore if the Son makes you free, you shall be free indeed." John 8:31-32, 34-36

We are privileged to live in a country where we are able to profess and practice our faith. We can meet to worship at any time and anywhere that we choose. So many brothers and sisters in Christ all over the world are unable to say that and are literally dying for their beliefs.

I believe in patriotism. I am proud to be an American and I am deeply moved by the men and women who have sacrificed their very lives so that I can live mine in freedom and safety. I am proud to salute our flag and say the words "One nation under God". I teach my children to respect and honor our flag and the ideals on which our country was founded.

But as deeply as I believe in patriotism, it doesn't even come close to the depth of belief that I have in the Word of God and in the promise that I will be victorious through Jesus Christ. As I gather with my family today and we celebrate our personal freedoms and our independence as a country, I will feel doubly blessed as I praise God for my freedom in Christ.

Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
Of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watchfires
Of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar
In the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence
By the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel writ
In burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with My contemners,
So with you My grace shall deal":
Let the Hero born of woman
Crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet
That shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men
Before His judgement seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him;
Be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom
That transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy,
Let us die to make men free;
While God is marching on.

Chorus
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

---The Battle Hymn of the Republic

Amen and Amen!

Monday, May 28, 2007

Memorial Day: A History


Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow;
I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain;
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush;
I am in the graceful rush.

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.

I am the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

- Mary Frye (1932)

A Brief History of Memorial Day
It was 1866 and the United States was recovering from the long and bloody Civil War between the North and the South. Surviving soldiers came home, some with missing limbs, and all with stories to tell. Henry Welles, a drugstore owner in Waterloo, New York, heard the stories and had an idea. He suggested that all the shops in town close for one day to honor the soldiers who were killed in the Civil War and were buried in the Waterloo cemetery. On the morning of May 5, the townspeople placed flowers, wreaths and crosses on the graves of the Northern soldiers in the cemetery. At about the same time, Retired Major General Jonathan A. Logan planned another ceremony, this time for the soldiers who survived the war. He led the veterans through town to the cemetery to decorate their comrades' graves with flags. It was not a happy celebration, but a memorial. The townspeople called it Decoration Day.

In Retired Major General Logan's proclamation of Memorial Day, he declared:

"The 30th of May, 1868, is designated for the purpose of strewing with flowers, or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country and during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village and hamlet churchyard in the land. In this observance no form of ceremony is prescribed, but posts and comrades will in their own way arrange such fitting services and testimonials of respect as circumstances may permit."

The two ceremonies were joined in 1868, and northern states commemorated the day on May 30. The southern states commemorated their war dead on different days. Children read poems and sang civil war songs and veterans came to school wearing their medals and uniforms to tell students about the Civil War. Then the veterans marched through their home towns followed by the townspeople to the cemetery. They decorated graves and took photographs of soldiers next to American flags. Rifles were shot in the air as a salute to the northern soldiers who had given their lives to keep the United States together.

In 1882, the name was changed to Memorial Day and soldiers who had died in previous wars were honored as well. In the northern United States, it was designated a public holiday.

President Lyndon Johnson proclaimed Waterloo the birthplace of Memorial Day in 1966, 100 years after the first commemoration. Every May 30, townspeople still walk to the cemeteries and hold memorial services. They decorate the graves with flags and flowers. Then they walk back to the park in the middle of town. In the middle of the park, near a monument dedicated to soldiers, sailors and marines, the Gettysburg address is read, followed by Retired Major General Logan's Order # 11 designating Decoration Day. The village choirs sing patriotic songs. In the evening, school children take part in a parade.

In 1971, along with other holidays, President Richard Nixon declared Memorial Day a federal holiday on the last Monday in May.

Cities all around the United States hold their own ceremonies on the last Monday in May to pay respect to the men and women who have died in wars or in the service of their country.
The modern celebration of Memorial Day is similar to the original celebration, but today we have expanded upon the original idea. Today, Memorial Day is a time of the year when people come together to honor their close friends or relatives who have died. It is still very much about honoring America's fallen soldiers, such as in gatherings at places like the Arlington National Cemetery in Arlington, Virginia to visit such moving memorial tributes such as the tomb of the unknown soldier, which represents "everyman" who with bold patriotism laid down their life for this country.

But in addition to this, Memorial Day is about celebrating all people, all of our ancestors and forefathers who have created the world we live in today, who have paved the long road we walk down into the future. It is a day to celebrate and thank all these people who died to create what we have today. Church services, visits to the cemetery, flowers on graves or even silent tribute mark the day with dignity and solemnity. It is a day of reflection.

(Text taken from articles on about.com and dcpages.com)

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Does the Weather Need an Intervention?


Is it just me or has anyone else noticed that the weather is on crack? First we had the bizarre cold snap last weekend for Easter. At the Easter egg hunt Saturday morning, the kids were running around in jeans, sweaters and jackets with their breath suspended in the air as they held the newly discovered pastel colored eggs. We had a roaring fire going all day in the fireplace, and the Easter morning pictures of Grace in her sleeveless linen dress and Nathan in his blazer and khaki pants looked like a digitally altered photos with the flickering fire in the background!
Last week we had a bit of a warming trend and I thought that all the craziness was over. The tender (though slightly frostbitten perhaps) plants started to stretch out to the warm sun again and put out more growth. I left work several evenings to beautifully mild temperatures and the promise of a long evening on the deck with Trevor and the kids. And then came Friday.

It rained pretty much all day Friday, ruining my plans for cutting the grass when I got home. The longer it rained, the cooler it became and it continued to storm all night. When I woke up Saturday morning, it was about 70 and very comfortable outside. I enjoyed my morning coffee on the swing outside and listened to the birds sing as the world woke up around me. It looked as though it was going to be a temperate (although cloudy) day. As the day progressed, the sun came out but the temperature dropped to an unseasonable 60 with really high winds. By yesterday evening it was 55 and we had another fire going in the fireplace. Granted, 55 isn't technically fire building weather, but we do live in Southeast Texas and any excuse to have a fire is a good one!

So, we'll see what the weather does today. Can I wear strappy pink heels to church today or do I need to wear something that will cover my legs? Sleeveless or jacket? Will it be good kite flying weather for Nathan, or will the wind send us running inside looking for refuge from it's bite? I am hoping for a beautiful, sunny day filled with worship and family time. But like so many things in my life, I can't control the weather and will have to make the best of whatever comes my way. I'm just praying for normal weather soon so that out poor plants will stop being so confused about whether to lose their leaves or grow them!


Sunday, April 8, 2007

He is Risen!

“Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen!" Luke 24:5b-6

Christ the Lord is risen today,
Sons of men and angels say.
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens, and, earth, reply.

Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won.
Lo, our Sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo, He sets in blood no more.

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ has burst the gates of hell.
Death in vain forbids His rise;
Christ has opened Paradise.

Lives again our glorious King;
Where, 0 Death, is now thy sting?
Once He died our souls to save;
Where thy victory, O Grave?

Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted Head.
Made like Him, like Him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

Hail the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to Thee by both be given!
Thee we greet triumphant now:
Hail, the Resurrection Thou!

Charles Wesley

He's alive! He's alive! I want to shout it from the rooftops so that everyone will know the joy and hope that I have in my heart because of His death and resurrection. He lives in my heart and one day I will see Him face to face. Our God is not dead.....He is alive!



Friday, April 6, 2007

The Sacrifice

I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me. Galatians 2:20

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Isaac Watts

Charles Wes­ley re­port­ed­ly said he would give up all his other hymns to have writ­ten this one. I am moved to give up my pettiness, jealousy and judgemental nature when I read the words to this hymn. The work that Christ did on the cross humbles and breaks me each time I meditate on it. He could have stopped the suffering at any time, but He didn't. He chose to be obedient to the Father to the point of death....a greater example of love will never be shown. Thank you Jesus. Thank you for being the atonement for my sin and covering it with your blood so that I can have direct communion with God and eternal life.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Easter is Coming

I am not prepared for Easter. I have yet to purchase one item for Easter baskets, and I've only bought dresses for my daughter and I. There are still shoes and accessories to be purchased as well as all the goodies for the sugar fest Sunday morning. Thank goodness I have Good Friday off to run some errands. But even as I type that sentence I have a twinge of guilt that I am even considering something as commonplace and mundane as shopping on the anniversary of the crucifixion of Christ. Tomorrow should be a day of rest and reflection, much as we should treat the sabbath each week.

I usually listen to a Christian talk show on the radio during my commute and this week has been full of sermons about Easter, and it has really fixed my mind on Christ and His sacrifice. I want this weekend to be a time of worship and remembrance for me and for my family. I don't want Easter to be something that we treat as just another long weekend and an opportunity to dress up in new clothes and indulge in chocolate bunnies. Those things are precious to me because I've done them my whole life. Easter wouldn't be Easter without new white shoes and a pretty spring dress, right? Of course it would, and traditions in and of themselves are not a bad thing as long as we don't lose sight of the reason we even have those rituals.

So this Easter I commit myself to truly remembering the suffering that Christ went through for me and to focus on the miracle of His resurrection that gives me a hope for the future. I Peter 1:3-4 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His abundant mercy has begotten us again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance incorruptible and undefiled and that does not fade away, reserved in heaven for you.